Page 2 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune (The Wayward Sons #4)

J esus fucking Christ I was going to die.

No questions about it.

This was the end of me.

At what point was it appropriate to contemplate murdering your partner if he wouldn’t let you come?

I let out a pathetic whine as Ryder’s mouth popped off my dick for the fourth time. My balls ached with a desperate need to come, but every damn time I got close, this fucker stopped. I was ready to explode, and he wouldn’t let me.

Or I’d finish myself off if I could.

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have let him tie my hands over my head with his belt, but it was hot. Even if I couldn’t relieve the throbbing in my cock. I just couldn’t help myself.

And Ryder, being Ryder, was completely unfazed by it all as he leisurely kissed and licked his way up my body. The damn man wasn’t even undressed—not that I was completely upset with the dark green Henley or the new jeans he wore. All they did was accentuate his sexy, sculpted muscles.

“This is fuckin’ torture,” I complained.

“I know,” Ryder whispered against my neck between soft kisses. “But you threw the bet, honey. Only good boys get to come.”

“You knew?” I demanded ludicrously.

“Honey,” he leaned back to stare down at me, “I know for a fact that you’re better at ax throwing than that.”

Ten years had made me predictable. I grinned and did my best to shrug with my hands stuck over my head.

“Can’t help it. I like you in charge.” I smirked. “Let me come, baby. Please.”

“Not yet.”

“Or fuck me.”

“We’ll get there.”

“Just somethin’,” I practically begged. I needed some kind of fucking relief.

“ Something I can do,” he hummed. And then this gorgeous asshole slid off the bed. The groan I let out was agonizing as he did so. He warned, “Watch yourself, Gray. I may just leave you there all night.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said. He cocked an eyebrow. Fuck, the man would dare.

Those baby blues held mine as he peeled off his shirt. I bit back a moan of appreciation as I drank in the miles of muscles my man had. Every contour and curve was downright sinful.

“My eyes are up here, Gray,” Ryder said, pulling my attention. God, that smirk on his face was sexy as hell.

“Not sorry. Can’t help it,” I replied shamelessly. “You’re body is distractin’, baby.”

He made a sound—something deep that I felt in my balls. God, I needed to come.

“Pay attention, honey. I’m only going to say this one time,” he ordered. Fuck, he didn’t have to tell me his plan. I’d do whatever the hell the man wanted me to as long as I got to come at the end of it all. Or at the beginning. Or both. Both were good. “First, I’m going to get naked.”

“I ain’t seein’ a problem with that,” I commented. He clicked his tongue.

“Watch it, Gray.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” I replied and grinned. Yeah, that was a new thing I was trying out. But it was so much fucking fun to see how he reacted. My baby liked it, even if he didn’t say it out loud.

“And then you’re going to suck my cock.”

“Just like this?”

“Just like that,” he agreed. Yes, fucking, please. I liked this plan. I liked this plan a lot. “Do that well and I’ll fuck you until both of us come.”

“I’m goin’ to throw a lot more bets if this is my fuckin’ punishment,” I told him. So many fucking bets.

Ryder smiled as he popped open the button on his jeans.

The man took his goddamn time, teasing me as he stripped.

I tracked every move he made, admired how his clothes slid off his muscular body, and reveled in the way he looked at me.

The sight of his cock as it sprang free had my mouth watering. I wanted him so fucking bad.

Kneeling on the bed, he moved over me until his knees framed my shoulders. The position had his long length hovering over my face. I ran my tongue over the underside of his shaft, enjoying the heat in his baby blues.

“Open,” he ordered, his fingers threading through my hair. I did, and his hips flexed forward. His cock glided over my tongue with ease, making me groan at the taste of precum. “That’s my good boy.”

I opened wider as he worked himself in and out of my mouth with ease. When he hit the back of my throat, I breathed in deep through my nose as he pushed further—filling me. My balls ached, desperate for something from him.

“That’s it, Gray,” Ryder praised. “Look how well you take my cock, honey.”

His praise alone would kill me. My wrists strained against the belt, and he grabbed the belt to pin me back down. He braced on the headboard as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him while my dick protested the lack of attention.

In and out. Slow and pointed. His body was damn near fluid as he used my mouth. Precum leaked from my dick and gathered on my stomach while he did.

“Fuck, I need you to fuck me, baby,” I gasped when he pulled out. “I’m fuckin’ dyin’.”

“You’re not dying, Gray,” Ryder whispered with amusement in his tone.

Damn man was enjoying this a little too much.

Granted, I was too. He slid down, and his body covered mine.

I welcomed his weight. Just the friction of his body against mine made my dick throb.

I was so goddamn close and still nothing.

I needed something.

“I am,” I retorted. My head tipped back as his teeth scraped against my pulse. “Death by lack of orgasm. It’s a thing.”

“It’s not a thing, honey.” His chuckle did evil things to me.

“Tell that to my fuckin’ dick, baby.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want my mouth on your cock, Gray?” Ryder asked and ran his tongue down my neck.

“ Fuck. ” I groaned. This goddamn man. I was torn. I wanted that, but I also wanted him to fuck me senseless. And there was a real danger of me exploding if his tongue got involved. “You’re killin’ me, baby.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Of course, he would.